Billionaire Baby Daddy novel (Abigail and Mason) novel Chapter 38

Sydney's POV

"Isa and her mother just got into the black van with Candice." Luke says and I breath in in relief. It's time to go find Harry and take down Marko Russo.

I walk to my safe and press in 'Rose22' and it immediately clicks open. I smile as I think of my passcode. 'Rose.' It was the day I received a file on Isabella's dad. His information said he had a daughter. Isabella Rose Styles. I never told Isabella that I knew her name until they day we made love a few days ago and I moaned her middle name during our high.

I take out a HK p9 that I had bought for Isabella but was yet to give it to her and load it. Look like I'll buy her another one. Isabella handles her guns so well and I loved seeing her face light up when she saw the different guns. My wife's a badass.

I hear a knock breaking my thoughts before I grunt a get in. Joey and Kane get in. I take my other gun. An M9 that dad gave to me after my first kill. "Gather everyone. We're leaving in ten minutes." I say without looking at them. I take a small duffel bag and stuff in some bullets, knives and some M83 smoke grenades. I find masks beside them and take them too. I'll need them. I usually have a duffel bag prepared before hand but I gave it to Isabella when she left for Canada.

I turn around and find Joey gone and a silent Kane. "Make sure we have enough gas masks. We're going to need them." He nods and gets out. I take the bag and decide to go see Amelia. "Damn these doors." I grunt as I pass through the third one. Three minutes later I move to the last cell and open it. Amelia looks better than two days ago. But she's so dirty.

"This is your last chance to tell me any other information I don't know." I feel like she's hiding something. Amelia looks at my clothes and the bag.

"Your brother is working with them." I had an idea about that but I wasn't sure. "That's everything I know."

"I could decide to kill you know since we have no use for you." I taunt and ahe glares at me before her eyes soften.

"If you do that, tell Harry I love him. I never got to do it." What she says shocks me and I give a curt nod and move away from her as fast as possible. I told Isabella that I love her without thinking and she never said anything back. It hurt to think she never felt anything towards me. The funniest thing is I now feel so insecure.

I move to the basement parking lot where the cars and my men are waiting and I get into the first one and we go immediately. After all this is over, I'm going to be with my wife and baby. I'm doing this for them. I love them so fucking much.

"Boss, the warehouse is in a mile." Kane says.

"We'll stop in half a mile." I say and he nods. I take out my guns and switch on my earpiece.

"Everybody have your gas masks on." I order through the earpiece and I hear a series of 'yes boss and sir'. "Joey, get one for Harry and find him. You know the plan. Don't you?" I ask and he answers with a confident 'yes boss' as he takes out an extra gas mask. The cars come to a halt and we all get out armed. I place the knives in their positions in my belt and lead my men.

I think of a fast plan. We are thirty four men. "Seven will surround the warehouse. Two each at the south, east, west and north wings and one at the entrance. Kane take care of that." I say through the earpiece as we look at the Italian men. I try look closer and see what's happening but I can't. To do that I'd have to move closer and risk us being seen.

"Marcus. Send in Barry." Barry is a customized drone with cameras and bullets. One of my men, Marcus, made it and I bought it. It costed a fortune but it serves well since it is programed to shoot when controlled and we can use it for spying.

"On it sir." Marcus' excited voice comes through and I smile. After two minutes I hear him again. "We have fifteen men inside but I can't locate Harry Stones. There two women tied up. One of them seems to be unconscious while the other one just woke up." No Harry?

"Wait. There's a room. I've followed one man into it. West wing on the right side. A man is tied up into a chair battered up." That might be him.

"Tell me his description. Hair?"

"He seems muscular. Blonde." Is Harry even mascular? I try to remember his physical appearance. "That's Harry." I say.